Coochy coos and raspberry kisses

So still working on the poetry... and this is one that might need a lot of work to remove all the cheezy sayings and such but hey I was feeling good.

Coochey coos and raspberry kisses

Tickle bellies and peek-a-boo
The cuddles and abandoned sleep
Those loving feelings the world can see
A time that passes instantly
 
Such times of failure and first steps
Strong wills exerted and cheeky grins abeam
Hugs and sloppy kisses, and hourly triumphant dances
A time that passes quickly 

Of independent thought and mind

Of strikings out and retrenchments
Of first loves and of losses
And more permanent achievements
A time that passes by

A loss of youth, of innocence and thought

A loss of honest openness just business and choice,
Redundant consults in their lives, a time where comments’ passed.
Small need to praise or be proud
They’re self assured and confident
Their lives have moved away
A time that changes you 

Though now apart they hear you still

Those murmurings of love and faith, of confidence and pride
Your ghostly comments still abound inside
Father and son, past and present, intermingled all

A time that never dies

Monsters in the dark

So this week I have been more interested in writing poetry than I have working on the book. Unfortunately everthing that I've written is incomplete in my eyes I 've picked one that I wrote a while ago that feels finished. I guess with some poems it's obvious what they are about and with others it isn't. I like to write things that make you think, make you work a little to understand what the poet is going on about and this is one of those.

Monsters in the Dark.

Sunshine pouring down

they are there

in the dark spaces

stalking their prey,

who night blinded

do not see and

scorn their existence

They’re ghosts in my vision

menacing spectres

ready to strike

Hyper alert I jump

at noises and shadows

sure those monsters are there

ready to fight

To avoid my death

I expend great energy

watching waiting.

the mists of Nyx roll in

the monsters invade

a plague upon the earth

The end inevitable

I wait, vigilant

light is their enemy

till it is gone, they wait

just out of sight

until sleep overtakes me.

Poems for all

Okay so I'm not really good at poetry and neither meter nor rhyme are things I take the time to practise however I like pattern and form and I tried to give this both. No title yet and somehow I doubt there ever will be.

The world it shouts so in my head

my eyes they never capture all
I tire of the stimulus
too bright, too fast, too loud, my head is overcrowded
I cannot turn it off

To blink and have things disappear

I respond when no one’s been there
I am not keeping up
miss heard, miss timed, miss understood, my head is so confused
I wish for it to stop
 

For now I question everything

so strong my feelings, put on hold
I wish to lose control
I rant, I rage, I respond, my head it finds some peace
I feel free at last

The world it closes in to take control of me
to bring me down and make me safe
I hate it that it tries
afreak, a dunce, a devil, my heart it wants to die
I do not care for life

I wake to find myself enslaved

now chained to life without a choice
I think but I am not
they prod, they poke, they question me, a puppet made to dance
I mind my words again

I lay my head with Clozapine

and wait to see what change it makes
I resent the time it takes
I sleep, I drool, I shake, and eat my weight in food
I want it to be gone

Encased in cotton wool I live

aslower, duller, flatter life
I wait for energy
no ghosts, no noise, no extra things, a life so ordinary
I learn to live again